I can’t wait until this “Six Seven” generation finds out the real 6-7:
They’re gonna wake up at 6, work till 7, 6 days out of 7, until they are 67.
How funny is it now?
Ilhan Omar's office called today's search of her home "unprecedented." Bernie called it authoritarian. One federal judge signed the warrant. Zero doors got kicked in. And the precedent they forgot involves $90,000 in a congressman's freezer and gold bars in a senator's closet.
What actually happened: before dawn Monday, Homeland Security Investigations executed a judicially authorized search warrant at Omar's D.C.-area home. DOJ confirmed it on the record. Fox's reporter on the block said nobody knocked down doors and nobody came in with weapons drawn. Agents were there about four hours and left with boxes. Sources say it involves immigration paperwork from her childhood. No charges.
What they said:
o Omar's office: "an unprecedented escalation"
o Bernie Sanders: "Trump is an authoritarian"
o Elizabeth Warren: "a dangerous abuse of power"
o Rep. Delia Ramirez: "We must dismantle DHS"
o Hasan Piker: "the american democracy project might be totally over"
That's a 12-piece bucket of stupid, served hot.
Now the precedent. 2005: the FBI searched Democratic Rep. William Jefferson's home and found $90,000 in his freezer. January 2022: agents searched Democratic Rep. Henry Cuellar's home about six weeks before his primary. June 2022: agents searched Democratic Sen. Bob Menendez's home and found about $486,000 in gold bars and cash. All court-authorized. Two convictions.
Unprecedented, apparently, means "happened to a Democrat three times before and nobody burned down the republic."
And "dismantle DHS"? DHS also runs the Secret Service, the Coast Guard, TSA and FEMA. Somebody in that caucus has a leak in the think tank.
Authoritarians don't ask a judge for permission first. They don't confirm the search on the record the same morning. And they don't lose in their own courts.
To be fair, a search is not a conviction. If the paperwork is clean, I'll say so out loud. Even duct tape can't fix stupid, but evidence can fix a rumor.
But what do I know, I'm only a teacher who checks the precedent before grading the word "unprecedented."
So answer one question for me, Democrats: if a judge-signed warrant on a Democrat is authoritarian, what was the FBI search of Mar-a-Lago in August 2022?
Now the truth finally comes out that the state of New York wants the Amish people‘s properties and land so they can build their data centers. How disgusting 🤮
 The Amish of Central New York told the seditious Governor Kathy Hochul they would pack up, abandon their farms and leave if the Governor tried forcing vaccines on their children. The Governor fined them over $100,000 and demanded they comply anyway.
When the Amish decided to fight back, taking the wicked Governor to court, Hochul's minion Senator Fahy drew up even more legislation to pressure them to leave, attacking their children again, this time through an anti-homeschooling bill.
Tens of thousands of acres of cleared Amish farmland are at stake. The Amish have spent decades clearing their land by hand and horse. The hard work has been done.
But if the Governor has her way, the Amish will be forced to sell that cleared land to the solar farms and data centers knocking on the doors for it.
Who will help the Amish stand up to this maniacal Governor? We need to expose this on social media and we need to get the right people involved to represent the Amish and help them fight This evil demonic power and control of New York. 
I did, actually, but I'm a nerd and a bit AR¹ and it makes my CDO² itch when it isn't written e.g.
Also, i.e. = id est (that is)
Used to abbreviate "that is to say" or "in other words"
1) anal-retentive
2) like OCD, but the letters are in order
*hides in corner to see what happens next.
I think Japanese people and American BBQ creators are experiencing the funniest breakup in internet history.
Japanese viewers are wondering why their favorite BBQ guys are disappearing, while those same BBQ guys are probably sitting in their backyards wondering why the Japanese comments stopped showing up.
Meanwhile, millions of us are still emotionally invested in watching a stranger spend 14 hours smoking a piece of beef the size of a car tire.
Nobody broke up with anybody. We just lost each other in the algorithm.
America, keep the smokers running. Japan is still hungry.
I understand why some people see Japanese manners as social pressure. But I think calling all of them “oppression” misses the point.
Keeping your voice down on a train, sorting your trash, or leaving shared spaces clean isn’t necessarily about controlling people. In a crowded society, these habits are a way of making everyday life work for everyone.
Freedom isn’t just the freedom to do whatever you want. Other people have the freedom to feel safe, comfortable, and respected too.
No one has to love Japanese customs. You can criticize them. But before calling something oppressive, I think it’s worth asking why that custom exists in the first place.
In Japan, people often line up, take their trash home, and try not to disturb others without someone standing over them and forcing them to do it.
That kind of social trust has value.
And “when in Rome, do as the Romans do” goes both ways. If a Japanese person lives abroad, they should learn the local laws and customs too.
Cultural respect cannot be a one-way street.
You don’t have to agree with every Japanese custom. But if every expectation to consider the people around you is called oppression, maybe the real question isn’t about Japanese manners at all.
Maybe it’s about how we think people should live together.
@deaflibertarian Not a lawyer, but I've had ergonomic "training" from employers over the last 15 years and it gets more involved each year.
I believe a complaint aimed in the right direction would get them to change their minds.
That is high-grade 🐂 💩
@tanpukunokami I might reply with, "Why do you hate Japan? Can you not understand that your incessant anti-Japan demands have brought about this condition?"
She had just buried her husband. Then she opened his files — and found out he'd buried her fortune with him.
April 1968. Martin Melcher, husband of seventeen years, dropped dead of a sudden heart attack. He was 52.
Doris Day was 46, and for two decades she'd been the woman America couldn't stop watching. "Que Sera, Sera" was playing in living rooms across the country. Pillow Talk had made her the highest-paid actress in Hollywood. Thirty-nine films. Millions of records sold.
And through all of it, Martin had handled the money. Every deal, every contract, every dollar — his job, not hers.
So when the lawyers finally sat her down after the funeral, she expected to hear she was set for life.
Instead, she found out she was $450,000 in debt.
Twenty million dollars, earned over twenty years of relentless work — gone. Poured into oil ventures that never paid off, hotels that bled money, and investment schemes cooked up by Melcher and his business partner, attorney Jerome Rosenthal. Contracts had been signed in her name. She'd never seen most of them.
Then came the part that must have stung the worst.
Using his power of attorney, Melcher had already signed her to star in a CBS sitcom — a multi-year commitment — without asking her. She'd never read a script. Never agreed to do television at all.
But the contract was real, and walking away from it meant more lawsuits, more debt, more collapse.
So she didn't walk away. She showed up to work.
For five seasons, The Doris Day Show aired every week, a warm little sitcom about a widow raising her family with a smile. Audiences had no idea the woman on their screen was rebuilding her entire financial life one paycheck at a time.
She never said a word about it publicly. She just kept showing up.
While the show ran, she was also fighting in court. After years of legal battling, in 1974 she was awarded $22.8 million in a judgment against Jerome Rosenthal for fraud and malpractice. It should have ended there.
It didn't. Rosenthal declared bankruptcy to avoid paying, and after more delays and appeals, Day eventually settled with his insurers for $6 million — paid out over 23 years.
She never collected anywhere close to what the court said she was owed. But she got something the money couldn't fully replace: the truth, laid out in a courtroom, for anyone to see.
By the time The Doris Day Show wrapped in 1973, she was financially stable again. She'd clawed her way back from zero without ever letting the cameras see her sweat.
Then, at the height of it, she simply left.
No goodbye tour. No farewell single. She moved to Carmel-by-the-Sea and stepped out of the spotlight for good.
What she built next had nothing to do with Hollywood. She founded the Doris Day Animal Foundation, took in dogs, cats, and horses that needed somewhere to go, and co-owned the Cypress Inn — one of the first hotels in the country to welcome pets as guests, not exceptions.
Asked once why she'd walked away from it all, she answered with a joke that carried more truth than laughter:
"I like being the girl next door. I just wish I'd known what the neighborhood was really like."
Doris Day died on May 13, 2019, at 97. The headlines led with the films and the music, and they weren't wrong to.
But the fuller story is the one that happened off-screen — a woman who lost nearly everything in the space of a single afternoon of paperwork, went back to work anyway, fought the people who'd taken it, and then chose a quiet life over a famous one when she finally had the choice.
That's not really a Hollywood ending.
That's just what getting back up looks like.